Date: Thu, 01 Jun 2006 18:58:06 +0100
From: Jonas Henley
Subject: Kids of Indian Spring, Ch. 06 (Revised)
Excerpt from the end of Chapter 5a:
Nathan was a bit embarrassed now, his orgasm over. He looked down at his
watery cum that had stained the sheets. He was still staying in his doggie
position, completely submissive to the slightly older boy watching his
backside, that boy who had just deposited two loads of white cum inside
him, who had just had his dick hard and plowing him from behind. Yet he was
staying put. So was he not only queer, but really queer? No, he decided
then that his body could be had for whatever Duncan wanted. He would let
his friend have the dictates and access he wanted, whenever, however, and
wherever. Nathan smiled to himself, slightly turned-on that his dripping,
lubed hole was on display for another boy.
"You've got a real nice asshole, Nathan." Duncan was still admiring that
amazing passage of total pleasure. He sat forward again, briefly pressing
his softened dick and hanging nuts into the naked behind, then lay down on
the bed, pulling the sheet and blanket up behind him and pulling the bottom
boy down with him. He pulled his naked friend close to his own naked body,
closed his eyes, and, holding his friend's hot body close to him under the
sheet, drifted off to some very nice dreams. Nathan as well drifted off to
a pleasurable la-la land, filled with boys that he imagined would be fun to
feel deep inside him the same way, boys who would take charge, boys who
were cute or hot, boys who had intriguing or inviting mystery packages in
their jeans . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Prelude:
When we last left the boys, Kelley was recovering from a potentially
life-altering experience by going to bed early and trying to ignore what he
had in reality done. He had blown two boys, just to get a job - just to get
a job so he could have some money to fit in at the middle school where 95%
of the other students came from considerably wealthier families than his
own. They had money to spend on many things that were just out of reach for
him. He just wanted a little bit, enough to just get in under the radar, to
not stand out so much. Ironically, one of the things he wanted cash for
eventually was to have equal footing, or something close to it, in getting
dates, getting close to girls. He was 12, already starting puberty, already
starting to cum, definitely already thinking about his possible future with
girls, and acutely aware of the pressures of middle school, of fitting in,
of the fact that how you start off in 7th follows you all the way through
high school. And how did he start in his summer before 7th grade? He blows
two boys - a year and two years older than him. He blows them and swallows
down their semen. Swallows it down with his mouth stretched over their
hard, thick cocks. Never thought he would ever be eating cum. And it was so
much cum.
He needed more than one early night. He was still in a daze the next
morning. It took him an hour longer than his normal time just to get out of
bed.
Nathan was having a much better time with his reality shift. He had the
same sort of drop kick into a new sexual life. Having been 'outed' from his
closeted eye-wanderings by Kelley himself, as well as given the first
opportunity to explore the body of another boy by the same best
friend. Kelley had handled that well enough in front of Nathan that the
slightly younger boy adjusted fairly smoothly to the acceptance of his
difference - his interest in boys, and within the next 24 hours, a full
embrace of exploring another boy's body. And not just exploring - tasting,
gulping down, and fully receiving another boy's body. Duncan's body, to be
exact. Beautiful reddish-brown haired, Scottish-Irish Duncan
This kid, meaning Nathan, had moved fast, too. In that 24 hours, he sucked
down two loads of cum and took another up his ass and loved every single
minute. Nathan made his most conscious decision last night when he looked
up at Duncan sitting between his legs. Nathan's legs were spread and pulled
up, knees bent, and ass spread right in front of his classmate. He could
feel the cool air on his hole. He saw Duncan looking down greedily at his
opening, could feel the head of the other boy's hardened dick touch the
outside of that anal ring, tensed but ready. He then later bent over and
let the other boy penetrate him, to take and claim his ass like some girl's
pussy. He felt it slide in and open him up, penetrating him to the depths
of his body.
And then he felt the cum hit inside him. He felt the inner walls of his
rectum splattered with that incipient hot boy juice of Duncan. At that
moment it made Duncan a man, a man claiming his ass as his pleasure
ground. Maybe it was just a boy, but still it was another boy claiming his
ass in the most ultimate way possible, with a load of sperm churned out by
a pubescent set of balls. And him? Well it made Nathan, uh, made him a cum
receptacle, perhaps. Well, it made him a confused sort of happy. It was
something he hadn't quite figured out, actually - how he felt - as he
drifted off to sleep, held in the arms of another boy pretty much his own
age. And that was how we left Nathan and Duncan.
Tuesday, 13 June 1995
9:25 am
The morning light would be pouring through the windows, if this small room
had had windows. All the windows in the upstairs of the garage apartment
were in the main room, where Connor and Katie had 'slept' through the
night, and in the bathroom. In the small room where Duncan and Nathan had
curled up to go to sleep was only lit by the small amount of light coming
in from under the door, which was to say hardly at all. At some point in
the night, one of them had gotten up to turn off the light, and both at
some point had probably gotten up to go to the bathroom, but the only
memory either had of those events was seeing the naked body of a boy laying
next to him when the covers were moved before the light was turned out, and
the heat of a friend in a cold room after the light was out. They had good
dreams, moved around the bed as any boy would in a normal sleep cycle, but
somehow ended up, as sleep grew shallower, in the original position in
which they had drifted off.
So the light wouldn't wake the two up, but neither did the cold. Quite the
contrary, their body heat made them just cozy enough to use the cold room
as an embedded sleep chamber. But speaking of embedded, Nathan was slowly
coming awake with a sense of fullness within his bottom. He felt a little
stuffed as he drifted up out of sleep. But it was OK. He felt held by
someone, he was warm, and he was passing a nice turd. It felt so relaxing,
just easing on out with that good feeling of comfort soon to follow
. . . . . .
Oh crap!! Literally. All of a sudden Nathan was wide awake! He was taking a
crap in Duncan's bed! And it felt like a good sized one coming out. He
always had that fear of peeing in his bed while he dreamed he was going,
but he never dreamed he would be taking a crap. Worse he felt Duncan's arm
around him, so that meant he was going to be crapping on Duncan. How
embarrassing was this?
All of these thoughts flew through his head rather quickly. His first
reaction was a physical one - he seized up. That put a stop to the turd
from coming out, but now it was just sitting there damming up the works and
holding his hole stretched open. Then a weirder sensation occurred: the
turd was moving backwards up inside him. This was a truly bizarre
sensation, though not as discomforting as he would have normally attached
to the sensation, strange as that seemed to him. Still it did seem
unnatural, all the same. His reflex reaction in this case, without
thinking, was to send it the correct way out. So Nathan bore down to send
the turd the correct way down his chute, forgetting for the moment that he
was still lying in bed as he was distracted by the unexpected direction the
turd had taken.
However, he was even more surprised that as he bore down, the thickness of
his hole expanded and the fullness moved past and slipped even deeper into
his bowels at an even faster rate. Reality dawned on Nathan as he felt
Duncan's arms tighten about him in a sort of backsided hug and felt the
crotch of his friend nestle snugly against his butt and push in. He then
heard Duncan:
"Mmmmmm, yeah, Nate, that feels awesome. So nice. Are you awake?"
Nathan was back in control of his senses, once again unsure what to do
about the feeling of enjoying having another boy plant his pole in his
bottom. Still he felt strangely relaxed knowing that it was just a warm,
hard cock stretching open his hole and leisurely fucking his boyass.
"Yeah, I'm up. That feels nice Duncan," though, in truth, it was still
somewhat uncomfortable; it was for now more the idea of it that was nice
for Nathan.
Not for Duncan, though: "Mmmm. Good, cause feels even better back
here. Back here it's totally incredible. I love your ass, Nate. My dick
really likes your ass." He spoke in a morning, just-waking-up softness.
"Um, thanks."
"No, really; you got a pussy twice as nice as Joey's," the boy behind him
whispered into the hairline at the back of Nathan's head. Without waiting
for a response the dick buried to the hilt back there started another round
of in and out.
'Oh right' Nathan thought to himself. 'I'm getting fucked. By a boy. A boy
is fucking my butthole. And he'll probably keep fucking my ass until he
shoots cum from his balls way up inside me.' There were too many years of
being conditioned that this was wrong from every angle to accept this too
easily, despite his inclination to do so. Or to try to do so.
Duncan, however, had no problems with coming to terms with this. This was
great. And for him, there was no pain or conflicting emotions; it just felt
fucking incredible; and he lazily continued, fucking the young 12 year old
ass of the naked boy in his arms, there under the covers in the darkened
room. But Duncan didn't keep fucking him until he came up in his ass. The
boy slowed his fucking, gradually coming to a halt deeply embedded so that
Nathan could feel the few pubic hairs pressing into his smooth cheeks. The
boy felt a gentle squeeze of the arms around his chest and belly, followed
by a relaxation - but no cum. There was no climax deep inside him. As
Nathan waited for motion to again begin teasing that stretched hole,
running back and forth over it, he heard the gentle breathing of his
impaler, his friend who was hard and horny, keeping him stretched open, yet
relaxed enough to go right back to sleep.
Nathan held the arm draped over him tight against him like he might pull up
a sheet, and he too eventually drifted off to sleep, despite being
stretched to the max in a state of uncomfortable completion with his hole
stuffed and just held that way.
10:05 am
In another part of Indian Spring, Kelley Tucker was slow to get out of
bed. He first woke, feeling refreshed, vaguely aware that there was some
reason he went to bed early last night, some reason he broke off early from
Nathan. Whatever they were, his reasons, he didn't care now. He felt
relaxed and ready for the day. He stretched and started to get up. He
noticed his jaw felt a little sore, and something bothered his throat. He
wondered why.
Wham!! The truth of his day yesterday day hit him. How the hell could he
forget that?? For that matter, now that it was all flooding back to him,
all he could think was how the hell could he ever have agreed to that? What
possessed him? Was he crazy??? He wasn't even interested in guys. (He
really wasn't interested. He wasn't afraid of it, per se, since he had let
Nathan go down on him, but he certainly had no interest in doing that to
anybody himself).
Except that he had done that, he thought, as he plopped back down in his
bed. Oh god, he had even had sex with Nathan he was remembering. How did he
let that happen? Well that wasn't anywhere near as bad as what he did to
those two boys with the lawn service in Coolspring. Well, really what he
did FOR them. Or down on them. 'Uuggh! Gross!!! Stop thinking like that!'
he screamed at himself. He actually thought they would give him a job if he
would something that filthy! He was crazy. Hell, even if that would have
gotten him a job, he shouldn't have even thought of agreeing. There were
other jobs out there. Then he sighed, looking up at his ceiling. That's
just the thing - there weren't any others out there. None that he could
think of, none that he saw on his rides around Coolspring; and working in
Sweetwater was definitely out. He couldn't just advertise his relative
poverty and need for money to all his classmates, not even over the
summer. At least that was his thinking. He didn't realize just how many
kids in Sweetwater really did have jobs. Still to his credit in thinking,
getting a job for him really would be the difference between a Sweetwater
kid wanting some independence (or parents wanting it) from parental funds,
and his obvious state of simply being out-of-place in the richer suburb.
I really do need a job, though, he started thinking again. It was cyclical;
everything over the last few days simply came back to his need for some
fast cash, some pocket money, expendable income. And he thought he could
work with those Mexican kids. Oh those two guys - damn look what they
pulled on him! How could he be THAT dumb to fall for it? He gave them
BLOWJOBS!! for god's sake. His eyes were about to bulge out thinking about
how completely dumb he was. Those boys used him. They actually got him to
swallow another boy's hard dick. Two of them! In a row!! And swallowed
their cum!!!!!!!! 'Uggghh, gross!! That is so fucking disgusting!!!',
still yelling at himself.
He looked up at the ceiling some more and then began hitting himself on the
forehead repetitively and exclaiming, "Stupid!! Stupid!! STUPID!!!"
He stopped and looked up at the ceiling after a while, a little phased
out. What really could he do about it now? He stared for a moment and
sensed somebody watching him. He turned his head to see Ethan, one of his
little brothers, the next in line, actually, just standing amazed and
concerned in the doorway to his room. His younger brothers took after their
mother more, with their dirty blond straight and wavy hair, while Kelley
had the brown lightly curly hair of his dad, except Kelley kept his short
enough that the curls were only hinted at. Ethan was in need of a haircut,
and his wild bed head made him look even more in shock as he simply asked
his big brother, "Uh, are you all right?"
Kelley felt exposed, not because he was unclothed, he was wearing the same
type of boxers and T-shirt he always wore to bed and around the house at
night. He felt exposed because of what he was remembering, because of all
the things that he had done yesterday. What would his brothers think of
him? He reached down and pulled up the covers.
"I'm OK, Ethan. I'm just tired. Let me sleep some more?"
"Sleep some more? Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yeah, I'm sure," he said not-too-sweetly. He just wanted Ethan to go
away. He didn't want Ethan and yesterday's events associated in his mind or
in close proximity of his thoughts to reality. It didn't make sense even as
he was thinking it, but the end result was that he just needed Ethan to
go. But he wasn't. The 10 1/2 year old, though he was big enough to pass
for 11, stood his ground.
"Don't be an ass. You're yellin' at yourself and stuff, and you're still in
bed . . . ."
"So I'm still in bed? So what?"
"So you always get up before me and Ashton, and we been up an hour
already."
"Look, Ethan, can you please just shut the door. I just want to sleep a
little more."
Ethan looked at him like he was crazy. "Oh . . Kayyyyy . . . .Well, Ashton
went off to find Stevie, or something. I'm goin over to Tripp's, soooooo
. . .yeah, whatever your gonna do in there enjoy. Bye." And he shut the
door and left the house. Kelley curled up telling himself he did what he
did and he couldn't change anything about it. 'Yeah, but I blew a guy! I
sucked a guy's dick. And I swallowed his . . . ahhh, gross.' Eventually,
he fell back asleep.
10:25am
Nathan had also fallen back asleep, despite his hole being stretched over a
lazy, albeit very hard dick at the time. Duncan still right asleep with him
without having cummed, or lost his hardon, though that changed as he began
dreaming, well for that matter as they both began dreaming.
Duncan's dream was a wild one where beautiful women were disrobing for him,
showing him their firm, round breasts and hard nipples. He reached around
them, held them close to him, feeling their warm skin. He watched as one
before him spread her legs to let him feast his eyes on the beautiful pussy
down below, the lips unfolding back to reveal the dark cave in which his
fingers, his lips, his tongue, his dick would plunge. He thrust upward into
the young snatch of the soft maiden in whom he was now buried. He thrust up
and sighed as he released his life force deep within her. With that he held
her closer and drifted off again to an even deeper sleep.
Nathan's dream was as a horse in the open west. In was a warm day, the sun
beating down on his back. He was taking his rider through dangerous lands,
It was exhilarating, he still did not feel totally comfortable with being
ridden, but he liked his cowboy. The man was good to him. And he was
hot. Not the weather hot, but the make-my-little-horsey-dick-drip kind of
hot. He was a sexy cowboy, dressed in a reddish brown, strong, kind, and,
at this moment, on his back, riding him close, through the valley. He felt
his rider close up on him at one point, holding him tight. Then they must
have gotten into town, safely past the Indians, or whatever it was out
there, because his rider had gotten off his back and was headed into the
saloon. Meanwhile, the horse (Nathan) began to take a crap, right there in
the street.
"Oh no!" Nathan startled himself awake, unsure of how loud he had been. He
reached back behind him to his butt and smiled, realizing what that
sensation had been. It was simply Duncan's dick sliding out of him. The boy
must have finished fucking him after he fell asleep. Nathan shrugged his
shoulders to no one in particular in the darkened room - it was no big deal
to him, at least he thought so this far. "Hey Duncan," he whispered.
Duncan was out. He got no response, but if we had light at this point, we
would have seen Nathan's eyes grow real big, as if a ghost had visited
him. Well something had visited him. We know Duncan's growing boyhood had
visited his butt twice in the night, and now something else was coming down
the other way. This one wasn't a false alarm; he realized that and jumped
up out of bed, stumbling for the door and the bathroom. He just made it,
fortunately Katie must have used it last and the toilet seat was down. He
sat down quickly and splattered the tank with Duncan's cum. He looked
inside between his legs and figured that was what had come out. He was a
bit bummed, now. He had wanted to keep that up inside him much longer than
that. He had wanted to walk around with it, knowing when he was with others
in the neighborhood, only he would know that right there, hanging out in
his butt, was Duncan's seed, right where he had shot it and left it.
But that wasn't to be. Even though Duncan wasn't shooting out huge loads at
this point in his life, It was still the first time anything in Nathan's
memory had made a reverse entry back there, and it was definitely the first
time any cum had been shot up there. So it is understandable that these two
loads simply HAD to come out. Some of the sensation had gone away after he
wiped himself, but he noticed that the one action had triggered and called
upon a deeper, and more regular action. So he sat on the throne a bit
longer to care of the next order of business coming down the pipes, that is
to say, down the colon.
By the time he felt cleaned out and refreshed and had gotten back to the
room, the lamp was on and Duncan was laying back on the mattress, his arms
back behind his head, the covers down to just below his belly
button. Nathan was being lead back in that room by his cock, no doubt, at
this sight, but his eyes were getting the workout now. Trying to take in
the hard nipples on the boy's flat tits, the defining muscle as it began to
announce to the world that this boy was going through puberty, the clear
face that looked as if it had never heard of puberty, the freckles, the
incredible smile that warmed and welcomed, and the reddish-brown hair in
wild disarray from the night's rest (and activities). He didn't know what
to lust at first, what to drool over more; oh yeah, he definitely liked
boys. And this one was a winner, though his brother Connor was pretty hot,
too.
Nathan left the bedroom door open as Connor and Katie were both already
gone, and he walked over to the bed, literally trying not to drool. He
smiled at the boy smiling up at him and slipped under the covers, bringing
his mouth, wet and slobbering over the reclining boy's left nip, working
his way up and into the nearly hairless armpit, up the neck, and at last
locking his lip down on the other set and slipping in his tongue. While
Duncan may have gotten off in the middle of the night, Nathan was still
horny, and he began to hump the groin and stomach of his stronger friend.
The boys were really going at it, on fire and hot for each other. Duncan
reached back and down and grasped his friend's behind in both hands,
kneeding the cheeks independent of each other, squooshing that pliable ass
thinking this is the ass I just fucked twice tonight. And he said to
himself, 'I could have this ass, run my dick straight down this hole (as he
ran a finger over it) any time I want. Wow, I've actually been inside my
friend. My dick has been up inside my friend.'
These were some of the thoughts running through Duncan's head, competing
with a confusing array of other horny thoughts that were causing his dick
to rise yet again and want to be serviced by the young Nate. But Nathan
beat him to the next orgasm and started moaning into his first real
partner's mouth, even while he wrestled the boy's tongue. He pressed his
whole body harder into Duncan, really pushing his pre-cum slickened dick
along the boy's soft skin, and muscular, yet cushy, belly. And he came
hard, shooting into the softness between them.
Nathan pulled off Duncan's mouth, still breathing hard, "Oh wow, Duncan
. . . . . . . that was . . . . . . . . that was . . . . . . . fucking
awesome!!"
The boy was exhilarated, but now Duncan was in need again, "Come on,
Nate. Please. Please put it in your mouth."
"No . . . . . unh unnh."
""Please, Nate, just real quick. Just go down on me real quick."
"No way, Dunc, that's been in my butt."
Duncan considered this, and it did have merit. "OK, OK. Then, maybe in the
shower, please."
"Together in the shower?"
"Yeah," Duncan smiled. He wanted to say 'Duh, yeah together', but then that
would be rude, considering he was asking for a blowjob.
Nathan lit up again, though still a little drained from his orgasm. "Hell,
yeah. That'd be cool."
The boys enjoyed their shower. It was a fun experience just for the
novelty, and about as tender an experience as two boys can bring themselves
to share outside of the raw sex of things. They each soaped up the other,
enjoyed the added feel and visual stimulation of exploring even more of
another boy's body, though, obviously, Nathan got off on this about five
times as much as Duncan. Duncan finally got another blow job; Nathan was
getting better and better at this, and liking it better and better, as
well. Duncan sat down on the oversized ledge at the far end of the shower
and leaned back against the wall. He relished the feel of every throb
leading up out of his body, and up the hard rod enveloped by a wet mouth,
and swirled by a lusting tongue, as he pumped his juices out into the
waiting mouth of a boy who had no problem swallowing it all down.
The boys dried off after the shower, though Duncan only put on his boxers
as he watched the other boy get dressed.
"Aren't you getting dressed?"
"No dude; Nate, you wore me out. I'm so glad you came over."
"Thanks. Me too."
"But, uh," Duncan smiled and laughed. "I'm going back to bed for another
hour or two."
"Oh, OK."
"You can, uh, totally join me, Nate. Curl up, and then we can get up again,
and then maybe I could, uh . . ., maybe, uh, fuck you . . . . . . again."
There was a long uncomfortable silence between the two. Nathan didn't move
at all, and Duncan just twisted his arms waiting for some kind of
response. Finally, it was Duncan who exclaimed, "God, what an idiot. I'm
sorry, Nate; I can't believe I just said that."
"No. No, it's, uhhh, OK. Really. I, uh, . . . . kinda . .liked it."
"Huh?"
"No, it's cool Dunc."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I cant stay, but, um, can yoooouuuu, you know," he smiled at his
amazed friend, "say it again."
Duncan smiled, and gave a look that took on Ian's mischievousness: "I wish
you would stay and go back to bed with me, cause when I wake up again, I'm
going to want to bend you over, pull down those pants, and fuck that
ass. I'm going to want to sink my hard dick deep down that tight hole you
have, grab those asscheeks and squeeze them and just bang the shit out of
you. How's that?" He paused, smiling broadly, flushed from this sexual
oration that seemed to actually well up from his balls. "Shit, I'm already
hard again."
Nathan laughed. "Thanks, Duncan. It feels good, knowing you don't think I'm
a freak."
"Nate, man are you kidding? You're awesome."
The boys parted after this, Duncan heading off to crash, and Nathan heading
outside to the main house to find what happened to his clothes and bike.
Nathan found his things and grabbed his bike and headed off for home. He
soon caught up with Joey and Stevie Vargas who had left the Cormack house a
short time ago, but were now stopped on the side of the road talking with
Ashton Tucker who had seemingly come from the other direction.
"Hey Nate!" Ashton said as Nathan pulled close to the three boys.
""Hey Ashton. Your brother at home still?"
"Yeah. He's acting weird. Went to bed real early last night and he stayed
in bed all morning 'til I left. I guess he's still there."
"Oh."
"You know what's wrong with him?"
"Uh, no. Sorry. Hey Joey! What's up, Stevie? Kat said you two left a while
ago. You're goin' kind of slow." [Kat was what many of the boys called
Katherine, the youngest Cormack girl].
Stevie rolled his eyes. "Joey fell and hurt his butt. He was climbing a
tree with Connor. So we got to walk our bikes home."
"Fell out of a tree, Joey?" Nathan asked.
"Uh," Joey cleared his throat and started turning scarlet, "Yeah. I was,
uh, climbing. . . . um, . . . .and I, uh, fell. It's a little sore."
"What's with your face, Joey?" Ashton asked. "It's all red."
If Joey could have turned any redder he would have. As it was, he had
already been worried about exactly how much Patrick, or even Kat for that
matter, knew about the things their older brothers got up to, or up into,
meaning up into his ass, for one. He had been worried that they might know
and possibly tell Stevie, since he hung out with them all the time. But for
now, he had to escape their scrutiny, besides he wanted to compare some
notes with Nathan.
"Hey Stevie, you and Ashton hang back, or whatever, I'm going to talk to
Nate in private."
"Sure, Joey."
Stevie was a good kid, and not too preoccupied with others were doing, so
maybe it would be OK. Stevie signaled Nathan a goodbye with a nod of his
head as the two older boys walked a little ways up the road from the
younger ones. Those two were too busy to notice anyway, as Stevie was
giving Ashton a play-by-play of the water war the day before, even though
Ashton had been in about three dozen of these already with the various
Cormack clans.
Now Joey was a little more developed than his barely 11 years would seem to
entail, while Nathan was a little less developed than many his age. So
though the boys were about 51 weeks apart, they looked physically as
equals, and they looked like they were going into some serious conversation
as equals as well.
"Did Connor, you know . . . . ?"
Joey looked at Nathan, and then back over his shoulder at his little
brother to make sure they were far enough back and not paying attention to
them.
"Yeah, he fucked me this morning. Man, it hurt, Nate."
"You should have told him. He would have stopped."
"I know. But it was more toward the end it started hurting the most. And I
. . . . I don't know. I felt stupid telling him to stop after all
that. Problem was he already done Katie that morning, so he was like, all
out of cum. So it took him a long time to do it again. I didn't even get to
feel it at the end. He was like all dry."
"How long was he doing you?"
"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders and again looked back to check
on his brother. "A real long time."
They were back on the main road through the front part of Indian Springs,
between Carrie Gaston's house, where Katie was supposed to be last night,
and probably had snuck to this morning, and Caleb Parker's house. Caleb was
going to be a freshman that fall along with Connor. His little brother, 10
year old Rich was out in the side yard playing with another little kid from
the very front part of the community. Nathan wasn't sure of the other kid's
name, but both of them yelled out to Stevie and Ashton to join them
playing.
"What time is it anyway?" Nathan asked Joey, as they watched the four
younger kids run around to the back of the Parker's home.
"Almost 11. Did you sleep in late?"
"Oh, uh, yeah. We stayed up late watching TV."
"Oh. . . . .Well, Connor said you guys went to bed around 10."
"So?"
"Sorry, Nate. I was just wondering if you and Duncan maybe did some stuff."
"I don't know what you mean."
There was an uncomfortable pause where both boys continued on, walking
their bikes, one being too sore to ride and the other sore enough to
appreciate a mixture of walking and bike riding.
"Hey, Nate, do you think I'm sick or something letting guys do this stuff
to me."
"Do you?"
"Yeah, sometimes. I think there must be something wrong with me."
"Why did you let Ian start stuff with you, Joey, if you didn't want it?
"I don't know. It's weird. I didn't really want it, but it was kind of like
he just said 'bend over', you know, one day and I did. After that I just
did it a few more times, and I guess it felt alright or something the last
few times. Then when Duncan asked me, it was like, so many people know
anyway, and . . . . . hell, I don't know. But when he did it, it was like,
wow, it was awesome for a moment. It was like he saw something back there
that he thought was great, and it got me charged up. I even came when he
started doing me. He barely pushed his dick the last part of the way into
my ass before it started."
Nathan started smiling toward the end of Joey's speech. He could definitely
relate to the feelings elicited by Duncan's exploring hard member. Joey saw
Nathan's dreamy look and smiled himself.
"Nate, you and Duncan did something last night. You did, didn't you guys?"
Nathan blushed more in response and then nodded his head.
"I knew it!!" Joey exclaimed.
"Not so loud, dude." He looked over at the Isenbern house across the
street. They were an older couple with really hot looking grandchildren
that visited them from time to time, though Nathan had never played much
with them in all the years he had seen them outside when going past their
house, heading out to the Cormack's or to the swimming point on the Crazy
Indian. Still, the elder Isenberns were retired and tended to work outside
in their gardens frequently. He didn't want his burgeoning sexuality
discussed so loudly going past their house.
"Sorry. But you guys did do stuff?"
"Yeah. I guess I could tell you." Then he froze, remembering the
admonishment Duncan had given before they started having sex last
night. Nathan had in fact agreed not to tell anyone about this, excepting
Kelley. "Well, on second thought, Joey, nothing really happened."
"Oh. It's OK, Nate. You don't have to tell me." Joey was downcast, and
Nathan felt bad.
"Joey, I . . . . . . well, I just cant say stuff that may, or may not,
involve other people, but, uh, if I did get, uh, butt-f-f-fucked," it was a
harder word to say than he would have thought, "by, um, say Duncan, just as
a like a , you know, maybe it could happen sort of thing, then I would
probably think it was pretty awesome."
Joey smiled, and simply said "Cool. So I'm not a total freak."
"Well, I'm more than you. I actually, uuhhhh, like guys."
"So what?"
"No Joey, I mean I really like guys. I like looking, and I daydream and
dream about it, all of it. I like guys', um, dicks, you know. I'm just kind
of figuring it all out, too. So, you don't think I'm some queer, faggot
kind of freak?"
Joey laughed. "Well, you knew I was bending over giving my ass to Ian. I
got porked by Duncan yesterday and liked it, and I dropped my pants for
Connor this morning so he could stretch the shit out of my hole with his
big dick. I even went over specially for it. So why would I think anything
bad about you? I didn't have to walk Stevie home this morning. I mean,
look, he's not even with us anymore."
He turned to point back behind them to highlight the point that Stevie was
gone already when they saw Mr. Evans jogging right behind them. The boys
both froze in fear at the sight of the man who had been right behind them
for this part of the conversation.
"Good morning boys." He had been jogging very slowly behind them, but now
that they had stopped he kept right on and ran around them, picking up a
little speed. He playfully slapped Joey's butt as he ran past and said,
"well, guess that explains why you're walking funny, Mr. Vargas. "
The he turned around and ran backward while adding, and smiling as he did
so, "And from what I see, just covered up, Mr. Connor Cormack must have
been in pure heaven this morning." With that, he turned back around and
continued his run.
"Oh shit," Nathan exclaimed matter-of-factly, owing more to the fact that
he was in shock.
Joey was still blushing from the comment Donald Evans had made about his
rear end. Beside that, the man had actually been looking. He only lived
around the corner on the side street that Joey lived just off of. What if
he told his parents? While Joey was raising his fear level on this
possibility, Nathan looked over at his friend and began thinking of
something else Mr. Evans had said. He leaned back and looked down the
backside of Joey, as Joey kept staring after the man who was now coming up
on the turn-off to Nathan's house.
Nathan's eyes meanwhile swept down the lean nascent pubescent back of the
11 year old, taking in the developing muscles hinted at beneath the small
T-shirt. His eyes kept going down to the waistline of the jeans, hugging
the boy's inward curve of his back before swinging back out in a denim-clad
curve of softness. The seam of the jeans cleft the two buttocks proudly
showing the boy's ass(ets). Nathan had to have a sneak preview. He slipped
his hand down the back of the boy, luxuriating in the feel of the incipient
musculature under his hands, and eventually down and over the ass, feeling
individual heat rising from both globes, the ridge of his hand resting in
the crack, his thumb hooked into the back of the jeans. He hooked further
into the underwear underneath, delving his thumb in until the tip slipped
into the heat of the crack.
He pulled back and could see the delicious start of Joey's valley line and
the rounding of the first part of his squeezable globes; but it was just a
bare teaser, quite literally. It wasn't enough. The younger but more
developed, boy was still in a state of private turmoil when Nathan reached
around him and unsnapped his jeans and began pulling down the zipper.
"Nate, what the hell are you doing?" He grabbed the hand and arrested the
downward movement of the zipper.
"I just want to see what Connor got to see."
"No, man," he slapped Nathan's hand away from his back end. "People can
see us out here."
"No they won't, the Parkers ain't home, Rich and them's in the back, you
can here'em yelling. And the Isenberns' curtains are all closed. I don't
see their cars neither; I think they're gone."
"I don't know." Joey was looking down the curve in the street where
Mr. Evans had disappeared continuing on his run.
"Come on, Joey," Nathan pleaded while noticing that Joey hadn't bothered to
zip back up.
After a bit more hesitation, Joey turned to Nathan and said, "OK, real
quick. Hold my T-shirt up."
Nathan pulled the T-shirt up and back a little and watched amazed as Joey
bent over slightly, lowering both his jeans and underwear out and over his
butt, dropping them, just for a second, to the level of where the legs met
his ass, and then rapidly pulling them back up, zipping up afterward as
well. Nathan was still staring at the jeans where the naked ass had just
been. It really was a nice butt. He got to see the tan line, though the ass
below wasn't amazingly white, come to think of it, both Joey and Stevie
were a little darker than most white kids, but only subtly so. Joey's ass
had a creamy, dreamy sort of look to it, the valley sealed off from any
further view by a complete coming together of his buns, but looking lower,
just before the sight of that graspable set of melons was cut off, Nathan
saw the residue of the grease or lube that Connor must have used to help
his bigger dick push it's way deeper into that valley and penetrate that
still tight hole within. The shiny residue brought out the more subtle
cream color of his cheeks on either side of the inside of his buns, just
above where his asshole probably lay.
"Come on, Nate, quit staring at me."
"Sorry. I was just thinking. Have you ever got a chance to try doing what
they do to you? Well, I was wondering that and thinking you really do have
a nice butt."
Joey smiled and blushed, and the boys continued walking their bikes down
the road on their way home.
"Well," Joey slowly drawled out, eventually, "uh, I was wanting to try it.
And I was wondering if maybe you wanted to. If you did, maybe we could
trade."
"Just to try it?"
"Yeah. I mean Duncan's never going to let you, right? And, I think I'm done
doing this. I think I would just feel weirder every time I do it from now
on. Except, of course, we do each other. You know, just to see what it's
like doing it, um, instead of, uh, well, uh, getting it."
Nathan thought about this a moment or two. "I really liked it when Duncan
did it last night - I mean, um, if he actually did, you know," Nathan said,
still keeping up the pretense of not telling, "but I couldn't let Connor
try it. That would hurt, I think."
"It does." Joey was still walking a little oddly to prove that.
"So why did you?"
"I don't know. . . . . Well, I kind of do." Joey paused in his answer, but
they kept walking, nearing the Anderson's on the right and the turn off to
Spring Extension just beyond on the left. They were on Spring Dr, which
loosely followed the original road that the timber companies had put in
long ago to access the Indian Spring forest. The only problem was that the
second juncture where it would have to cross the creek, there was a setback
with the foundation in putting in a bridge, according to the company
engineers. There was brief talk about diverting the stream channel, but
this was difficult given that so much of the early length of the stream was
fed by underground springs At the point where the road stopped, it was
already a sizable creek, big enough still to this day that this was one of
the main places the kids of the community got together to swim and to swing
off the rope. So the easier choice was simply to alter the course of the
road. Hence Spring Extension, which, ironically, was the predominant road
for deep access to most of the park, not that anyone other than locals or
state workers ever used it. Outings undertaken from Sweetwater or
Coolspring were usually undertaken by the highway access roads that led to
the front of Indian Spring where the spring actually was, or via one of the
little used backdoor access roads that led discreetly into the back of
either Village.
All this aside, though, Joey's final answer as to what swayed him into
seeking out Connor, dropping his pants and briefs and bending over and
offering himself to some stretching exercises, as it were, was: "his dick,
mostly. I know, it sounds weird, and pretty queer, but it got me all hard
just seeing him hard through his shorts. I just . . . . well, I just
. . . . I don't know. Wanted to have it. Or try it. Or something."
It was Nathan's turn to smile now. "It doesn't sound weird. I, uh, kind of
had some fantasy about his dick too. And, . . . . .hmmmm, well, it gets me
pretty hard seeing it too. But I guess I am kind of queer."
"Oh sorry, Nate. I didn't mean anything bad about that, you know, the way I
said it."
"It's OK, Joey. I guess I'm figuring stuff out. I don't get why you let
guys do stuff to you, but I'm pretty sure I like guys like a, uh, well, uh,
a, you know . . . . .a queer."
Joey wanted to say 'You're not queer' because he liked Nathan as a friend,
but then what did it matter what label he used. It didn't, so he just
didn't say anything. He just nodded slightly and looked at the street sign
that said 'Spring Extension' on the wooded road going off to the
left. Nathan lived down Parker Way, the first road on the right as you went
down Spring Extension. It was so named because of the three Parker homes
that used to be located on the short side road that extended into the
forest edge around the creek. One of those homes no longer existed, the
occupants having abandoned it to build a new house 40 years earlier on
Spring Dr (where Caleb's family now lived). Another house was sold to the
Godfrey family (Nathan's mother's family) before the law giving the State
first dibs on home sales went into effect. The home that had been in his
dad's family (his dad's mom's family) was, at that moment, on his and
Joey's right, and now occupied by the Andersons, distant relatives on his
paternal grandmother's side. It was one of the older homes of Indian
Spring. The third home that made up Parker Way was actually still held in
the Parker family. It was occupied by Caleb and Rich's grandparents.
"Uh, I guess, I'll see you later, Nate. You going home now?" They had come
to a stop at the junction of Extension with Spring.
"Nah. I already got a shower at Duncan's, and Mrs. Cormack washed my
clothes last night. I figured I might go to Tucker's and see what's up
there."
"You two ever do stuff together?"
"What? With Tucker? No way. He's way straight. Uh, sorry, Joey. I didn't
mean . . . . . . "
"No it's cool. Sorry for being nosey. I was just wondering. So you think
you might want to try, you know, each other some time? Not today though,
I'm way too sore."
"Uh, I don't know, Joey. Might feel kind of weird after all."
"Yeah, you're right. Sorry, never mind on it. Forget I said
anything. You're right," he gave a half-hearted laugh. "It would be too
weird."
"Hold on, I wasn't saying no. I was just saying 'I don't know', and beside,
like you said, not right now anyway. I am going your way a little farther,
so let's just go. Maybe later."
"Yeah maybe later. Are you going to take the shortcut through the woods?"
"I don't think it's really a shortcut, but I figured I would."
The so called short cut was actually little more than a path where a
cut-through road would have gone, had the development plans of Indian
Spring picked up more momentum earlier on. It would have connected the road
Maiden Turn to the unnamed spur on which the Tuckers lived. The Tuckers,
and the older generations of Cormacks whose houses on the spur had long ago
been largely demolished, had never formally petitioned to have the spur
renamed. So the Tuckers were forced to place their mailbox down on the
bypass section that connected the first part of Spring Dr to what would
have been called Maiden Loop (although that name was later given to another
section). It can be confusing, but Nathan's mind wasn't on history as he
and Joey turned left on to Maiden Turn and then split up at Joey's
street. Nathan continued on around the bend of the road and passed the
Thorpe's and the Evans' (same one that had run, or jogged, past them
earlier) on the left and Jonah Kemp's house on the right.
The asphalt got rougher and narrower rapidly until he was soon off it all
together and on a trail that brought him to the creek edge, where it was
still a small creek, though building itself by collecting underground
tributaries. He crossed over a log bridge (cautiously as he was walking his
bike) and continued down the trail on the other side until he came to
Kelley's house. But nobody was home.
Earlier that day, as Nathan was finishing his blow job in the shower, in
fact at the very same moment he began to swallow the first shots of
Duncan's diminished, thickened cum, letting those ropes of sperm slide down
his throat, a noise was heard on the other side of the front part of Indian
Spring:
"Tucker!!"
Kelley Tucker slept on, hearing this, but somehow incorporating it into his
dream.
"Tucker!!!"
He slept on, crowds of adoring female fans chanting his name as he got
ready to sing his next hip hop melodic sensation on stage.
"Tucker! Dude, wake up!!"
He opened his eyes to the deeper voice and the sight of Blaine Hart's face
hovering over his. It was about then he realized the heavy weight of the
older boy on his body wasn't part of his dream. He was still just blearily
looking up at Blaine, pretty sure none of it was a dream now, but kind of
hoping it might be. Maybe the face hovering there, smiling at him oddly as
if something were wrong, maybe it would just go away when he turned back
over to fall asleep; except he couldn't turn over. Then he felt the side of
his head being cuffed again playfully, punctuated by"
"Dude [whap] wake [whap] up!! [whap]"
"All right! All right!! Stop it Blaine, I'm up! I'm up!! Geez."
"Dude what was with you? I thought you always got up real early. Man, I
couldn't even wake you up; I've been shaking you and calling you forever. "
"Well, I'm up, so stop."
"Man, is he up already?" The two boys on the bed turned to the sound of
the voice and watched as a dirty blond head poked inside the door. Tyler
Fisk looked at the scene before him with both boys heads turned and looking
at him. There was Kelley laying in his bed, total bed-head looking
something between annoyed and still asleep, with a little bit of surprise
thrown in. And hulking above him was Blaine. Blaine was 13 years old, a
year and two months older than both Tyler and Kelley, though they were all
going to be in the same grade next year. He was more developed than them,
obviously, and according to Nathan, who had been peeping during a swim one
day last year, was hung slightly better than others his own age. He was
bent over Kelley, scrunched down with his legs on either side of the supine
boy, leaning forward and supporting himself on his arms at the boy's
shoulder level.
Tyler continued based on this sight, "Hey, uh, do you guys need some more
time alone?"
"Fuck off, Tyler. Get off me, Blaine.
"Oooh, somebody's grumpy this morning." Tyler walked fully into the room
and began munching on the pastry that he had had hidden in his hand behind
the door moments before. "And yeah, it's still morning, barely. There's
another one of these down there, too," motioning in the air with the
pastry. "Don't mind if I have this one, do you?"
"No. How did you guys get in?"
"Ethan and some other kid let us in. They went off to the other kid's
house. A real obnoxious looking kid. Kind of had this superior kind of look
to his face."
"Oh, yeah. That's Tripp. I don't like him either. Now get off me Blaine."
"Say the secret password."
"Um, you're an ass. Is that it?"
"He's getting in a better mood, Blaine. Let him up or we'll never get to
the swimming hole."
Blaine looked at Tyler and nodded his agreement. He sat up, still
straddling Kelley's waist. "So how, come you didn't come by yesterday,
Tucker? We thought you and Nate were going to be by around noon. I thought
we were going to go swimming. Tyler almost cried when you two didn't show
up."
Tyler just rolled his eyes and finished off the rest of his pastry. Kelley
began to smile after this comment, but then remembered why he hadn't gone
over to Tyler's house in Sweetwater yesterday. His smile quickly faded to a
bewildered consternation, and he began fumbling for words, "Oh, yeah, well,
we were, uh, . . . . . .um . . . . .going to go . . . . .uh . . . to
. . .uh . . . . . but, um . . . . "
"Dude, what is up with you?"
"Get off me, Blaine! Come on, I gotta take a piss." He couldn't move the
boy off him alone, Blaine was a lot stronger than even his bigger frame
suggested.
Blaine smiled and got up, letting Kelley scramble out of his bed and run
barefoot and shirtless to the bathroom he shared with Ethan. The other two
boys were still wandering around his room, looking at this and that when
they heard the strong stream of piss hit the toilet. They heard a sigh come
out of Kelley, and Tyler laughed. They then heard Kelley yell back to them
while his piss kept on going:
"Have you guys been by Nate's house?"
"He wasn't home," Tyler called back. "And I called him when I was
downstairs getting breakfast. So he isn't there."
"We can still go by there on the way to the creek," Blaine shouted toward
the bathroom.
"OK. That's cool." Kelley finished up, flushed the toilet and started
washing his hands.
Blaine noticed the shirt Kelley had worn yesterday. It was on the floor,
and he absently picked it up. He didn't have any real reason, but now he
noticed a stain swiped on the right sleeve just below the shoulder. It was
a stiff stain, a little yellowed, but barely. He pulled the shirt up to his
nose. He could smell the deodorant Kelley wore, could smell the odor of his
underarms, of his now pubescent body, but he didn't linger on these. It was
a smell on the stain that he lingered on - but just to identify it. And he
could. He knew that smell.
"Why are you smelling my shirt?" Blaine turned to the sound and saw an
incredulous look on Kelley's face. The boy was already naked, having come
back into the bedroom and slipping off his boxers to put on his swim
trunks. He hadn't noticed Blaine sniffing his shirt until he went up to his
dresser to find some trunks. Now he was just standing there
unselfconsciously in all his bare glory. Blaine looked down the front of
the boy's body to the limp penis hanging over the drawn up balls. They were
full, and there were some soft honey brown hairs in a small patch just
above the root of the naked penis that told Blaine that the boy probably
could shoot some maturing cum, the kind that would make this stain.
Blaine showed him the shirt and said, "You got cum on your shirt."
"No I didn't," he laughed it off. "Are you crazy?" He turned his
attention back to his dresser.
"Dude, that's cum."
"So why are you holding it, and smelling it?"
"Man, Blaine, you're a perv." Tyler added.
"OK, so maybe I shot in my shirt." Kelley finally relented. "Where am I
supposed to do it, my sheets? It's not like you never jerked
off. Jerk-off." He found some trunks and pulled them out and began putting
them on.
"Well, it looks like you wiped your face on your sleeve." Blaine was just
kidding with his friend, his smile said that. But his eyes noticed
something else. A twitch, a diversion of Kelley's eyes, the pupils
dilated. A whole subtle movement went through the boy that let Blaine know
that he had hit on something. But that would be absurd.
"You guys are both pervs. Sick." Tyler was laughing as he saw his friends
bubble butt swallowed up by the trunks. It was more than a bubble butt; it
was more like a bubble butt met a tough kid, still retained its
lusciousness, and yet taunted you all the more, daring you to bend the kid
over and split those melons. But this isn't what Tyler actually thought. He
truly wasn't interested, but even he would have to admit at some level of
consciousness that this was a nice ass. One that called out to be caressed,
grabbed, playfully slapped, . . . . Sorry. Where were we?
The tremor through Kelley was quick. He recovered his piece of mind quickly
enough, though, and smoothly answered, "Shut up Blaine, so I got some cum
on my hand, wiped it on my shirt. Maybe the rest of it is in a sock
somewhere." He tied up the strings to his trunks. "You want me to find the
sock? You hungry?"
Tyler was bending over laughing. Blaine laughed as well and accepted this
version. It certainly made more sense, was more probable. He tossed the
shirt down. "Come on, peter puller, get a shirt; let's go."
Kelley finished getting ready, left a note for his brothers and the three
headed out on their bikes down Maiden Bypass, as the official name went, to
get to Spring Dr. and head over to Nathan's via the roads.
Kelley and Nathan had already gone to Sweetwater school district last year,
just not the whole year. The student reapportionment had become finalized
just after spring break in the last school year. So Kelley, Nathan, and all
the other Indian Spring students had already spent 2 1/2 months in the
Sweetwater system. This was where Kelley had gotten his realization of how
hard life in school was about to become for his moneyless future. Sixth
grade was fairly benign, especially since they were marked out as newcomers
anyway despite whether having money or not, but he was perceptive and
watched the kids from the higher grades, their interactions, and so on. And
so he learned the power of just a little expendability in cold hard cash.
Most of the Indian Spring kids kept to their own groups during this short
time. They did branch out slowly and start to make friends, the boys more
so than the girls. Still it was too short a time to establish any strong or
deep friendships, not that boys really need those to hang out or to pick up
where things left off when school resumed. But Kelley and Nathan did hit it
off with Tyler and Blaine. The two Sweetwater kids were best friends
beforehand and the pair of best friends melded easily into a foursome. It
helped that they had met much earlier in the school year, with the two
Indian Spring kids doing the unthinkable and even inviting the Sweetwater
kids down to swim in the creek. It may sound odd, but to many of the kids
in Indian Spring, and even a few parents (of the ones that had also grown
up there), it was a transgression that had not been rectified. Still the
other kids liked Tyler and Blaine and more or less accepted them being
there and joining in the skinny dips and other horseplay. It was hard not
to like Tyler, though.
Tyler was the jokester of the group, the wisecracker, and the one most
likely to go behind the scenes and set someone up for a joke. He had a
perpetual smile and look of mischief. The dirty blond hair was more
straight than not, but clumped when unkempt which it was half the
time. Blaine had brown hair and kept it shorter. He was a little taller and
more developed than the other three, being a year older. He was also a
pretty good defense for them. He had often functioned as one for
Tyler. Blaine had little fear and could take out most boys bigger and a
year or two older than him. He was strong and could develop a pretty good
controlled anger. It was best not to get on his bad side as he could be
slow to forgive, and he had a measured sense of judgment. He felt people
should pay for what they do until all debts could be forgiven. Blaine and
Tyler complemented each other nicely. Still, both were nice guys, and the
four of them always got along well together, with few arguments amongst
them.
It was just the fourth they were missing. But they wouldn't run into Nathan
on the road. As they were heading down Spring Drive, Nathan was just coming
out of the trail into the back way to the Tuckers. The boys therefore
didn't find him at home either and so headed on down to the creek for some
swimming. Nathan didn't waste much time at Kelley's since no one was there,
and he still didn't feel up to riding all the way up to Sweetwater to see
if Tyler and Blaine were around. He needed a break from the Cormacks. There
didn't seem much to do but go back home. On his way back to house he
thought about the Cormacks. That day had gone so well; he was like one of
the neighborhood kids, not feeling so much like an outsider. And now, would
these sexual things get in the way, maybe? Had he forever changed his place
there? Or here in Indian Spring altogether? Just look at Joey - he doesn't
even really want to do any of these things, but it all has sort of gotten
away from him. Nathan wasn't so sure he made the smartest of choices in the
last two days. He was sure of one thing, though, he was glad he hadn't
joined Kelley in blowing those two Mexican kids. Or Hispanic kids. Or
whatever they were, whatever you were supposed to call them. That was
definitely a low that was far lower than his own consternation. He felt bad
for Kelley. And now all of a sudden he felt bad for leaving him alone with
the repercussions of that event. He turned off Spring Drive onto Spring
Extension and headed on to Parker Way and his house.
The other three boys were also on Spring Drive, having already stopped at
Nathan's empty house, but they were much further along the road now, and
around several bends. They had passed the turnoff to the Cormack house
already and were crossing the Crazy Indian on the last bridge (it was a
very winding creek), coming up on the Whitman house. Halley Whitman and
Katherine and Patrick Cormack were playing in the front yard as the boys
rode past. That was always the danger riding your bikes this way to the
swimming hole that the middle teens used the most. There was the danger of
picking up little kids who wanted to come along. But this was usually only
the case if an older brother and sister were in the group headed down to
the Creek. As it was, the three little kids ignored the bikers and
continued playing their game of King and Castle until Patrick turned around
and shouted,
"Hey Kelley!!! Where's Ashton?!!"
"If you aren't at your house, maybe he went to the Gaston's! Or maybe he's
at Stevie's! " He didn't know that both Stevie Vargas and Phillip Gaston
were with Ashton already, but somewhere else. They had left Rich's house
and had headed off to woods behind the Hudson's where an old tree fort
awaited them. The last of the Hudson kids had outgrown it years ago, and it
became public property in the eyes of the community 8 and 9 year
olds. Kelley didn't wait for the kid's reaction as his friends were already
passing the Radcliff's and coming up on the end of the road. They would
walk their bikes from here down a wide trail to a clearing to where the
bikes were usually dumped, and rarely locked up. From here, kids headed
down a narrower trail that followed the creek as it had twisted back to
meet where the road would have crossed had engineering at the time
allowed. The trail and the creek then continued on eastward a few more
hundred yards until the trail finally dipped down to the best swimming part
of the creek - well, of the upper creek, at least.
Once here the boys pulled off their shirts and ran up to the rope swing,
except Blaine paused to drop his trunks as well, before scrambling back up
the bank to where the rope was draped across a low branch. Kelley looked at
Blaine and then down at the boy's genitals. His balls weren't that much
bigger, but his hair went farther out off the sides of his penis and down
slightly to where the outward curve of his scrotum began from the fold of
his legs. The hair would soon grow around his penis edge and envelope the
scrotum. There was no mistaking the older boy among the three, but it was
his penis that caught Kelley's eye. It WAS thick, just like Nathan surmised
it would be this year.
"See something you want, Tucker?"
"You wish. No it's your dick. It's real thick. Nate said it would be."
"Yeah, well, he should know. He stares enough at boys."
"Hey! Knock it off, he does not!!"
"Whoa, easy, Tuck," Tyler said. "We both really like Nate, but the dude's
got it for the guys. I mean it don't bother me none, but it's there."
Kelley sighed. He wondered just how many kids knew.
"I know what you're thinking, Tuck," Blaine said, "and I don't think
anybody else in Sweetwater ever really figured it out. Guess they weren't
around him enough."
"Yeah, but that's going to change next year, Tuck."
"He's right. Everybody's going to be watching you guys much more closely,
and for everything. It's not an easy place to go to school if you don't fit
in."
When Blaine said that, he was talking about Nathan's wandering eyes, but
Kelley's own recent pained experiences brought his personal issue to the
forefront. His lower economic status would single him out like a firefly in
a dark forest filled with blackbirds. He was going to be eaten alive. But
the point of the story wouldn't let him wander far, and he was brought back
by Blaine saying,
"He just can't do that in Sweetwater."
"Huh?"
"I said, Nate has to learn to control his eyes and not look at other guys."
Kelley sighed again. "Yeah. I know. I talked to him already."
"Cool."
"Well," Tyler started, changing the subject, "just how thick can you get,
Blaine?"
"Fuck off, Tyler."
"No really, Blaine, come on - bone up and show us."
"Why don't you bend over and I'll show you."
"Sick. You fucking pervert."
Kelley laughed along with them, enjoying their banter as just another boy,
inwardly happy that he was still relaxed enough to go naked with the
guys. He stripped off his own trunks and tossed them down the bank where
they landed on top of Blaine's. Then he grabbed the rope and swung down and
out over the creek, picking his choice spot to drop off the rope and into
the depths of the cool spring-fed waters. Tyler had quickly joined the
other two in their nudity and the naked romp, frivolity, screams of
laughter and 'cannonball' would let anybody a mile around know that some
serious fun among friends was being had.
They swung, played marco polo, and some strange other version of land/water
tag, which is very difficult to do when you are both barefoot AND otherwise
totally naked. Toward mid-afternoon the boys were sitting on some rocks on
the far bank, resting with their legs still in the water. They were talking
about the various plans they had for the summer, and some that their
parents had for them. They discussed what school was going to be like next
year, what they were and weren't going to like about it. Kelley bit his lip
on the obvious for him, but it all came out anyway as the boys talked about
what they were going to do that night.
"Might as well hit the movies," Tyler said.
"Yeah, we could do that. Maybe the arcade, too," Blaine added.
Kelley had nothing to add. He had no money. Money was still tight at home,
and his parents definitely weren't about to hand over 8.50 for a movie,
5.50 for popcorn and a drink, and another 5 or 10 for the arcade,
especially on a night that was nothing special to start with. The other two
boys realized this themselves - a little too late. They would have gladly
paid for their friend, but this was something that wasn't going to
change. There would never be an end to this situation. If it was this bad
now while they were relaxing in the free nature of Indian Spring itself,
how bad would it be when they were in the unmerciful power suburb that
Sweetwater Village was?
Kelley sensed their discomfort; and indeed, more sharply than before, he
knew his lack of options. He decided to put his friends at ease and give
himself some comfort in just making the decision. Kind of like shooting the
horse that broke its ankle, just put himself out of his misery.
"It's, uh, it's OK guys. I know. I'm never going to have the money just to
hang out. Well, at least I wasn't, but that's going to change."
"How, your parents are going to give you an allowance?"
Kelley had to laugh at that. "No. No, definitely not that. No, I uh. I'm
uh, going to get a job."
"Cool." The other two boys said simultaneously. Then Tyler cocked his head
and added, "Hey, wait. Your only 12. I'm even a week older than you. Who's
gonna give a 12 year old a job? How did you do that?"
"Yeah," Blaine added, "who did you have to fuck to get that?"
He meant it as a joke. But there it was again, that weird tremor that went
through Kelley as he heard this. It was even more pronounced this
time. Kelley actually looked a little worried, a little scared for a flash
there. His gaze shifted, and his whole body language changed just slightly,
not that Tyler would have seen any of this, but Blaine was fairly observant
(he definitely wasn't stupid, though it had never been very clear why he
had been held back). Still, this time Blaine blew off the comment himself
and moved the subject along.
"No, seriously, Tucker, where are you going to be working? Who would be
hiring a 12 year old?"
"Well, uh, I'm going to be working for a landscaping place, you know,
cutting yards, stuff like that."
"Ohhh." Both of the other boys exclaimed.
"That makes sense."
"Yeah I can totally see that; but, uh, who can afford to hire you in Indian
Spring?"
"Tyler, you fuck! He doesn't live in the projects. Don't be so damn crude."
"Look who's talking, toilet mouth."
"No.Guys, wait. It's OK Blaine. He's right. Nobody would hire me in Indian
Spring. I'm going to work for this company that mostly does stuff in
Coolspring."
"Dude, that's smart." Tyler saw Blaine roll his eyes when he said this.
"What? It's not crude. I think he's smart to work in Coolspring. People
won't talk then."
"He's right Blaine, again. It's better this way. And I'll have money to
hang out. It won't be so awkward anymore."
"What about Nate?" Blaine asked.
"I'll worry about Nate."
"What the fuck does that mean? He's our friend too, you know."
"Whoa. Easy, you two. We could always just split things three ways every
time and cover Nate."
"You know Nate wouldn't like that. He would feel weird."
"We would all feel weird," Blaine said agreeing with him.
"So, what, do we just say, 'Hey, Nate, sorry, but you're just going to have
to get a job!'? We can't say that."
"I can." Kelley said.
"Yeah," Blaine resigned his argument to this trump, "you're right." But it
still didn't sit well with him.
That's where we leave the boys. Awwwww. But please read on to the end.
So is that Kelley's final decision? Has he realized that he has no choice?
That he has to get that job and just pay the price? After all it is a one
time price, and the benefits from the job, the expendable pocket cash would
be long term, all the way through both middle school and high school
actually. After all, it's not like the lawns are ever going to quit needing
service. Even his own friends have recognized that he and Nathan need the
money. But, not to spoil your hopes: this really isn't up Kelley's alley,
the whole letting people up his alley part. This is too foreign for a boy
like him, for most boys, actually. Sorry, but he just can't take his virgin
ass up there and offer it up for a job. He wouldn't be able to bring
himself to do that. But what to do about his need for employment? And what
to do about Nathan? Will Joey be able to sit down for the rest of the day?
And are these three boys even finished swimming?
Tune in next chapter for the answer to these questions and more.
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-Jonas